#ffxivwrite 2022

[lady-protector]

ffxivwrite 2022 masterpost

day 1: cross (aymeric, mid-HW, angst) ao3 | tumblr

day 6: onerous (kaede/aymeric, post-EW, fluff) ao3 | tumblr

day 7: pawn (aymeric, SB, character study) ao3 | tumblr

day 9: yawn (kaede+y'shtola, ShB, angst) ao3 | tumblr

day 11: sketch (kaede/aymeric, explicit) ao3 | tumblr

day 12: miss the boat (kaede, pre-ARR, humor) ao3 | tumblr

day 16: deiform (kaede/aymeric, post-ShB, explicit) ao3 | tumblr

day 17: novel (kaede/aymeric, post-ShB, humor) ao3 | tumblr

day 19: turn a blind eye (kaede/aymeric+g'raha mention, post-EW, jealousy/humor) ao3 | tumblr

personal favorites: deiform, a very self-indulgent bit of body worship smut and yawn, a melancholy moment in late-ShB (and also the only time I've ever written y'shtola)

[winddragonart]

FFXIV Write 2022 #1: Cross

Title: Stepping onto the Steppe

The party stood outside Reunion’s gate, wide eyed, and mouths open.

“It’s…so…WIDE!” Rikichi explained.

“A sea of grass!” K’ome added.

“And we need to find one man…Like finding a needle in a haystack,” Ashe retorted, crossing her arms. She glanced over to Kade, “You ok? You look a bit worried.”

“Yeah…Well…I didn’t expect my homecoming to be like this…Much less how am I to explain…this…?” He motions to himself, the aspects of Diabolo’s corruption that glamor couldn’t hide.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Ashe said, taking his hand.

“Yeah, first we have to cross THIS!” K’ome said, waving out over the steppe.

“It’s a good thing we have our chocobos,” Rikichi said, patting his bird’s plumage.

“You really are a city Lalafell,” Rosa snorted. “We’ve wandered all over Eorzea, and you still balk at the concept of walking ‘corss anything bigger than the next stall over.”

“Maybe if I was in the company of Tataru or Papalimo…” Rikichi started to retort, though they all fell silent at the mention of their lost companion.

“Still, Rikichi is right. We have a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time. We need to move fast and our chocobos are faster than walking,” Ashe said, breaking the silence and mounting her own bird.

“It’ll be odd, crossing the steppe on birdback, but I’ll take the lead,” said Kaden. “I’ll keep out of some of the more aggressive tribe’s land…”

Once everyone was mounted, he lead the group into the sea of grass.

[astersatdawn]

FFXIV Write Day 6: Halcyon

“What are you doing?”

Azem looks up at him, their eyes dancing with that bottomless sense of mirth. “Is it not obvious? I’m making flower crowns.”

They present the flowers to them then, pretty little things Emet-Selch could not name even if he tries. He knows he’s seen some of them before, their depictions classic in literature, with their gentle white petals or bright sunshine hues, but there are many others that he doesn’t. Unusual multi-colored leaves attached to the stems of gentle cool-toned flowers, some with petals more geometric than round. 

“Do you even know what flowers you’re working with? They could be poisonous.”

They laugh, though Emet-Selch would not know if it was they had caught his ignorance or if it was that Azem, as always, charged ahead despite the dangers without a care. “Only one way to find out.”

And before he can protest, they reach for a disorganized pile, pull something out of it, and plop it on his head.

He sputters, reaching for the apparently finished crown Azem had been hiding, because of course they were, but doesn’t remove it from his head. “I wasn’t aware I was summoned to be a test subject.”

“A test subject, and company,” Azem’s grin, somehow, broadens, as they resume weaving the stems together with practiced movements. “It’s been a while since we’ve been able to see each other.”

The tone shift is jarring, the wistfulness in their tone almost unexpected. The words are a gentle punch that has him slumping beside them. 

It’s true that it has been some time since they had seen each other. Things have been busier as of late. Azem was out on adventures, as always, and some of the others among the convocation had been sent away from Amarout for miscellaneous tasks. 

Some might call it fortuitous that his responsibilities had sent him Azem’s way, for once, though Emet-Selch would vehemently protest and insist the universe was playing some sick joke on him instead. Truly, the others underestimated Azem’s penchant for trouble, somehow doubling whenever he was in the vicinity. 

“Do you think the three of us will see each other again?” Azem whispers, enough that Emet-Selch has to strain to hear it. 

“It wouldn’t take much to get Hythlodaeus here,” Emet-Selch murmurs. 

Azem laughs, but there’s something about it that’s off. Like a cry, squashed away and hidden away. The stem between their hands snaps, and Azem stares down at their hands forlornly. “Maybe it wouldn’t have, once.”

“We’ll be together again,” he insists, setting his hand on their shoulder. The touch is enough invitation for Azem to lean over, into him, bonelessly collapsing in a way that he was all too familiar with. In seconds, their head is in his lap, and his fingers are now in their hair, playing with it with practiced ease. The flowers Azem had been weaving fall away, some rolling back onto the ground while others cling to their robes and tuck themselves within the folds of the fabric. 

There’s something soft and torn in Azem’s gaze as they look up at them. Their hand, now free of flowers, rises to trace his jaw and settle on his cheek. All the joy Emet-Selch is used to seeing on Azem’s face is gone, as if it had never been there at all. 

“Not for many more lifetimes,” they say, mourning, and Emet-Selch’s own heart sinks deeper and deeper with the weight of it. “I won’t regret it, but I am sorry, my dearest Hades.”

“Thalia? What are you—”

“You can’t hold onto me forever. It’s time to wake up now.”

As if a spell is cast, his gray robes shift to imperial black, white gloves distance him from the softness of Azem’s hair, and he can feel their solid weight against him fading away. 

“Thalia, wait.” He grasps her wrist, he blinks, and they—she flinches when his hand tightens its grip. Those damn eyes of hers are wide, the exact same shade of violet, made brighter by the light of the Rak’tika Greatwood. “What were you doing?” 

“I…” the Warrior of Light clears her throat. “I was just getting this out of your hair.”

As if proving her point, she rubs the stem of a leaf between the fingers of her captive wrist.

“Why bother with such a paltry detail?” He snaps. 

Ellida is silent for a long moment, her expression shifting only into a deeper frown. 

“I was surprised to see you asleep,” she says instead of any meaningful answer. 

He scoffs, drops her wrist. Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he wants the answer himself, at this point. She had ripped him away from that moment of peace so long ago, tainted the memory with her very existence. No answer would satisfy him—there was simply no excuse that made her action so forgivable. 

“Am I not allowed a moment of rest? I certainly thought you and yours would have preferred I kept my distance.” 

She puts more space between them, now that the choice is hers. “We do.”

“Well then, go make some distance, for however long you can.” He waves her off. “Do you not have better things to do, hero?” 

She’s staring at him. It’s uncanny, how long her gaze lingers, as if she sees something he doesn’t. Her lips are pressed together, something thoughtful in the lines of her face. Whatever had her attention drops away with a quiet sigh.

“Yes, I do.” Even so, she hesitates. “Will you be alright?”

“Excuse me?”

“I—” she shakes her head. “Nevermind.” 

Without another word, she’s marching off, leaving behind a moment that, Emet-Selch knows, is best forgotten. 

[valdiis]

Thirty entries, one a day minus a single make-up day where I did two. I wrote for four characters, one of which was never meant to be more than a background character in the first place. I don't have a word count and I'm not sure I want one - but I sure did write a lot. I've discovered that my comfy place right now is dialogue. I love writing snappy lines and character interactions, and I'm not as good with lengthy introspection or action scenes. This is a contrast to prior years, when I did write more long-form introspection.

If anyone is interested (ha) in my prior years, I don't do single collected link posts - though I probably should. You can find all of it below:

FFxivWrite 2024

FFxivWrite 2023 - scattered among my other blogs that year, so here's Aeluan, Daephrin, and Vy'thanis.

FFxivWrite 2022 - in which I focused solely on Vyth

FFxivWrite 2021 - this is an actual master post for once...

FFxivWrite 2020 - I think I missed a few prompts that year

FFxivWrite 2019 - oh man, we're getting into the ones that hurt because I either don't speak to those people any more or my grasp of lore was shaky - a lot of this has been retconned

FFxivWrite 2018 - man, my writing's improved since these days

FFxivWrite 2017 - the first year I participated, and I knew next to nothing about how anything worked in FFXIV because I'd just started playing

[shieldkeeper]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Entries

Past Entries: [ 2020 ] - [ 2022 ] - [ 2023 ]

Total Words: 16682

01. Steer Garen | Canon | 765 words 02. Horizon Pipin | Canon | 1061 words 03. Tempest Garen | Canon | 770 words 04. Reticent Pyshiro | Canon | 625 words 05. Stamp Pipin | Bandit AU | 930 words 06. Halcyon Fos | Amaurot AU | 494 words 07. Morsel Serphiantis | Voidsent AU | 774 words 08. Skip 09. Lend an Ear Garen and Holou | Frostbite AU | 1186 words 10. Stable Pipin | Canon | 969 words 11. Surrogate Garen | Canon | 717 words 12. Quarry Holou | Frostbite AU | 967 words 13. Butte Pipitt | Dwarf AU | 271 words 14. Telling Garen | Canon | 1267 words 15. Make-Up Day 16. Third-rate Pipin | Canon | 917 words 17. Sally Garen | Canon | 380 words 18. Hackneyed Seiseito | Canon | 865 words 19. Taken Holou | Frostbite AU | 975 words 20. Duel Pipin | Canon | 483 words 21. Shade Holou | Canon | 658 words 22. Make-Up Day 23. On Cloud Nine Duduni | Canon | 1097 words 24. Skip 25. Perpetuity Garen | Frostbite AU | 511 words 26. Skip 27. Skip 28. Skip 29. Skip 30. Skip

[ferrocyan]

tagged by @sailor-artemis thank u!!

last song: もしも命が描けたら by yoasobi. ive been listening to book 3 on repeat but this song is one of my favorites from book 2

favorite color: light brown! it's still hot here and my brown linen shirts are saving my life i love wearing them sm

last movie: furiosa but only the middle bc it was playing on the ferry.. oh god i need to actually watch movies asap

sweet/spicy/savory: savory. i like sweet in moderation, and you all know i love spicy but i recently tried nashville hot chicken and that killed me so bad dude i had to spend all afternoon in bed from tummy ache. i rescind my spice lover status. anw savory is always like wahoo! yippee!!

currently watching: interview with the vampire 2022, i just started s2 ep 1 when my internet died and i havent continued since lmao. ill get back to it i wanna see armand more

relationship status: nah

current obsession: trails from zero, since dreamerwave just finished his playthrough. wow i love everyone in that game so damn much! just started playing trails from azure myself. also if its not obvious from my topic of choice for ffxivwrite so far. well you already know

last thing i googled: idyllruin twitch, i wanna get back to his stormblood streams. unbelievable what theyre doing to the twitch app grrrr just let me watch ppls old highlights goddamn i need my favorite expansion of all time

tagging my pals @pillowfriendly @gallopinggallifreyans @briannysey @gunktuationmark @veikonvihannekset though ofc feel free to join in as you like ^^

[inkedinfantasy]

FFXIVWrite #5: Stamp

The second Azure Dragoon receives an important letter.

This one is technically a short little precursor to this fic I wrote for FFXIVWrite 2022. TL;DR of the context is that N'mhaya and her immediate family were separated from their tribe shortly before she was born, and have not been able to reestablish contact with them since.

Read on AO3 here.

N'mhaya,

I hope this finds you well. Honestly, given the looks of the postmoogle I'll be handing it off to, I hope it finds you at all.

I'll keep this brief, in the interest of getting this news to you as quickly as possible. I came across the N Tribe during my travels, stayed with them for a few days, even. They left Coerthas after the attack you told me about, headed east, and are currently settled in Gyr Abania, not far past Baelsar’s Wall.

I made no mention of you or your family in my time there. Whether you choose to seek them out or destroy this letter and have it be forgotten, this information is yours to do with as you wish. I merely felt it right that I should pass it along.

Estinien

[Scrawled in a familiar hand at the bottom of the page is a small map marking the location briefly described in the letter.]

[candle-willowmint]

FFXIVWrite 2024- Candle Masterpost

*Heavy breathing* I will do it. This is the first I'm participating. Hi I'm Candle a gpose fic writer, and English is not my native language. Crepuscule a Wol & OT3 gpose fic started in 2022 is my long and current writing project.

Today I want to give myself the opportunity to express myself in a different way, to get out of my comfort zone and let my words flow. So here i am.

I can't promise I'll do all the prompt, no, I'll only create when my soul start dancing to the sound of the day's theme. I'll update this post and repost it with every new creation.

Thanks for reading me.

Week 1

Prompt 1 - Steer Prompt 2 - Pronpt 3 - Tempest

[chrysalispen]

ffxivwrite collections

i am probably not going to take a very active part in ffxivwrite this year for a lot of personal reasons (i'm not going to stop writing ffxiv fic, i've just been busy and dealing with ongoing health problems this year) so instead i am linking my older works here for anyone who wishes to read them!

a lot of things in my writing and my longfic plans have changed from when i wrote some of these, but ffxivwrite has always made for very good writing exercises and has even helped me solidify backstory for my WoL, so i've left them up to that end.

collection 1, sept 2019: tales of radiance

collection 2, sept 2020: above the tide of hours

collection 3, sept 2021: the cold heavens (still in progress as this was written while i was actively in the middle of moving out of texas ;; but tbh this collection has some of my personal favorites so i'm very fond of it still!)

collection 4, sept 2022: my tale again for me shall sing (largely wol-centric backstory)

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

introducing (or reintroducing): the Murder Grandmas

Realized with the new followers, I hadn't introduced these two.

Astrid Deglass, Forum Representative and Riven's biological grandmother with best friend and housekeeper, Helena Winter. These two not only know where all the bodies are buried, they've added in quite a few of their own and will not fucking hesitate to annihilate anyone and anything standing in their way.

Astrid in particular, stars in my FFXIVWrite 2022, and in Poison Ewer (which needs updating on my end, I do apologize) and has some rather...notable moments. One of which having issued the order for her granddaughter's would-be-murderer to be hung, drawn, quartered and the parts put on display in Scholar's Harbor.

(just picture that nice, kindly old widow who gives all the neighborhood kids candy and advice is also on the level of a Don of the Five Families. That's Astrid.)

And here we have Helena Winter...

(stares at you in bisexual)

Helena is Astrid’s best friend/housekeeper of well over three decades.  If Astrid is involved in something, there’s no question that Helena is right behind her.  If Astrid’s burying a body, Helena gives her a shovel and picks up one of her own to assist.

Helena also acts on Astrid’s behalf when she needs anything done in the wider world outside of Sharlayan (and sometimes within Sharlayan itself), using decoys and disguises.

Astrid and Helena also starred in getting Gage Acquisitions dragged into their shenaniganry...

Starlight Spiderweb

The Lion, The Witch, and the Audacity Of This Bitch

[silvaswiftcast]

Good Morning

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: Mature

Notes: Old FFxivWrite Prompt from 2022 that's been cleaned up a little! The unedited version and the collection for this challenge on my AO3 are linked in my profile! This scene takes place sometime in Stormblood between patches 4.3 and 4.5. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M relationship, Nudity, Playful Banter/Teasing, Groping, Suggestive Sexual Themes.

Hien had always favored mornings. He loved the peace and serenity that came with the light fog that rolled down the mountains surrounding Doma, feeling the warm sunlight on his skin as he trained with his fellow samurai.

Sometimes, should he be lucky, one or both of the Warriors of Light would join him for a few rounds of friendly sparring. It was always a fun challenge for him, and Ricmorn and Silva did a great job of keeping him on his toes and alert. Especially the smaller Auri woman, who had a similar training background as he did. However, she relied on a fine mix of the shinobi arts and long wooden poles for their matches.

She never held her raw strength back. And in return, he never did either.

But for the times when the young lord was the only early riser out of the three, his favorite thing to do once he finished training was returning to find Silva still asleep. Whether it was his bed after sharing a night together or the one she shared with her husband. A room the two Raen used while staying in Doma that he often snuck out of as of late. Usually, he would make a fresh pot of her favorite tea. An herbal blend that had quickly become one of his favorites since she first shared it with him while he waited for his beloved to stir from slumber. They would share the tea and steamed buns filled with spiced meat as they talked before separating to perform their respective duties.

However, he treasured the rare times when his late mornings weren't filled with long, arduous meetings with her.

Hien would rush through his morning routine and clean the grime and sweat off his body so he could climb back into bed with the woman who held his heart. He watched Silva dream away as he carefully combed his fingers through her short purple and magenta waves, looking so calm and unburdened by the tremendous weight she carried on her shoulders. The quiet moment always put him at ease. It reminded the Doman that he needed to pause more often and enjoy the little things in this brief life.

To enjoy every single chance that he and Silva spent together.

And when those beautiful sea-green eyes of hers opened in the late morning sunlight — shimmering with so much love for him as their gazes met — his heart always stopped for a second before it would thunder against his ribs. Or how she would flash him a soft, shy smile every time. It always felt like the world around them stopped when it happened, only to start again when the pair exchanged mumbled "good mornings" between sweet kisses.

Lucky for him, this morning was one of those days.

Hien quietly exchanged pleasantries with Ricmorn as he arrived at his bedroom once he wrapped up his training. He asked the tall Au Ra to pick up some steamed meat buns for the three to share after his meeting with Silva's uncle concluded. The white mage promised to grab breakfast and told the king to enjoy the rest of the morning with their lover should he take too long. Ricmorn chuckled as he walked away when his friend's cheeks flushed red at the implied innuendo.

The Hyur quickly gathered himself and quietly slipped inside his room to not disturb the still-sleeping black mage. Soft snores left her and filled the air, and he couldn't help the wide grin spreading across his face as she nuzzled the pillow he slept with. He watched her for a few minutes before taking a series of slow steps toward the large, enclosed washroom, closing the door behind him, and getting ready for the day.

A half bell later, Hien was all cleaned up — mostly. He was in the middle of toweling his long, unruly hair dry when the soft metallic click of the door sliding open sounded in his ears. Bright hazel eyes flicked towards the mirror before him to see his sleepy Au Ra standing behind him a few paces away. Light, rumbling laughter left him when her sea-green orbs widened with surprise when she realized he was wearing nothing but a fluffy towel around his waist, sun-kissed skin glistening with moisture.

"O-oh," she stuttered out, her light blue-gray cheeks flushing a shade of lilac. "I can leave and—"

He shook his head. "Stay."

Silva bit her bottom lip, her long tail swishing behind her with a mix of glee and uncertainty. "Are y-you sure? I don't mind if—"

Oh, her sudden bouts of shyness were always endearing to him, and he couldn't help but love her more each time they occurred.

The young lord turned to face her, tossing the damp towel in his hands towards the small pile of dirty clothes he would grab for washing later. "How many times have you seen me completely naked now, [my beloved wildflower?] Who knew that seeing me in just a towel and still wet from a bath would be your downfall," he teased, more laughter escaping him when her tail began wagging.

"Seven fucking hells, Hien!" she gasped, looking anywhere but at him as the blush painting her cheeks darkened to lavender.

Gods, it was way too early in the morning for his teasing! She had yet to have breakfast or even some coffee yet.

Her ivory horns picked up on the faint sound of his footsteps against the dark hardwood floor coming toward her, only looking at him when he gently grasped her chin and tilted her head. She let out a pleased sigh when his lips found hers, returning the sweet and slow kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck.

"[Good morning, my heart,]" she whispered against his mouth. She enjoyed the sound he made when she tugged his wet hair and kissed him.

"[Good morning to you, my dear,]" he replied, smiling when the melody of her bubbly giggles filled what little space was between them. "[Did you sleep well?]"

"[Mhm, I always do when I'm squished between you and Ricmorn. I take it you have no meetings this morning?]"

Please. Please let him have no meetings.

Hien shook his head again, pulling back enough to press his lips to the small patch of ivory scales decorating the middle of her brow. "[No meetings — I am all yours for the rest of this morning,]" he promised.

A pleased hum left her at hearing those words, a thrill of desire rushing down her spine at all the things they could do before they had to part from one another. Judging by the lustful mischievousness that gleamed in those pretty hazel eyes told her he knew what she was thinking of right now.

"[You wanna have some fun while we're alone for the moment?]" he suggested as one of his hands ghosted down her bare side. His fingertips brushed against the sensitive scales at her waist, loving the soft trill rumbling in her chest. "[We both know I'll make it worth your while.]"

Her breath caught in her throat at her beloved king's sweet teasing, taking in a shuddering lungful of air to steady her already rapidly beating heart. "[You just took a bath, my lord. I would hate—]"

Silva didn't get to finish her thoughts as his mouth sought hers again in a hungry kiss. He swiftly removed what little clothing she was wearing and pulled her flush against him, causing a moan to escape her throat. His hard, warm flesh met her soft skin and cool scales, and the feeling of it was enough to make her shiver with anticipation.

"[I can always take another — perhaps this time you could join me, wildflower.]"

[writeraven]

NOT A DYING GASP

After a tearful reunion with Ardbert, and before the final showdown with Emet-Selch, the Warrior of Darkness learns that the grumpy old man used to have a beautiful wife… Who looks like her mentor and not-so-secret crush.

TAGS: [ isorawrites. » Chronogenesis » A Collection of Tales ]

LINKS: [ Tumblr » Collection, Project | AO3 » Work, Collection, Series ]

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XIV.

VERSE: Shadowbringers.

STATUS: Complete; 1 chapter.

GENRES: Flash Fiction, Humor.

SHIPS: Murderomantiques, Netheromantiques.

MUSES: Sora Amariyo, Persephone; (mentions only) Yiuno Reine, Azem.

NPC: (all mentions only) Emet-Selch, Ardbert, Crystal Exarch.

FFXIVWrite: 2022 — 16.

deiform /ˈdeɪɪfɔːm,ˈdiːɪfɔːm/ adjective godlike in form or character.

WARNING — crossdressing (mentioned).

In a moment’s respite prior to the final showdown between the Warrior of Darkness and Emet-Selch, Sora Amariyo contemplated her next move. Well, not like she could go anywhere, really, when the Crystal Exarch’s summoning circle had made sure she must go through with the trial—or die trying.

Thanks to Ardbert’s timely appearance, fusing with his soul did help to stabilize the overabundance of light-aspected aether inside her. She was no longer spewing disgusting white blood on the ground, but that didn’t stop some red liquid trickling down the corner of her mouth.

“Hey…”

This hurts like hell. Sora knew that time would wait for no one—not even her, the very hero of the Fourteen Realms (or whatever’s left after multiple Rejoinings). Emet-Selch couldn’t care less to give her a break—he was hellbent to destroy the First. When the fate of this star rested in her hands, and none would take no for an answer.

“…Hey, wake up, I say! You’re not dead yet, so stop pretending that you are.”

Shaking her head, Sora pushed the pain to the back of her mind and opened her eyes. She gaped in surprise upon realizing who the speaker was.

“…Yiuno? Wait, that’s impossible! How in seven hells did you even get down here?”

Sora would recognize Yiuno in a heartbeat: a male Veena Viera with a youthful appearance many eons younger than his actual age, and a master of disguise who made full use of his natural androgynous features. Even when he was acting as a beautiful and seductive lady, there was no way Sora would mistaken him for anyone else. He was that special someone to her, after all.

“Who, come again?” The person blinked at Sora in confusion. He—or she, screw the pronouns—sounded just like Yiuno if he’d used a wind crystal to alter his voice. However, this stranger was dressed rather boldly, showing quite a fair bit of skin in all the right places—something that would seem out of character for Sora’s normally reserved partner. “I don’t know how you get down here, and frankly that’s unimportant. I can return you to where you should be, but only if you stop playing dead and get up.”

“Who… are you, then?”

“‘Who am I,’ you ask?” The mysterious lady let out a short laugh, throwing back her long raven locks with a graceful hand. “I’m a daughter of Demeter, the wife of Hades—ah, that makes me the queen of the underworld.”

“You what?” Sora spluttered, not quite believing what she’d just heard. “You’re married to Emet-Selch—that Hades?”

“Oh, did he cheat behind my back again?” The lady in black rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Not his first time, and it certainly won’t be the last. At least he crawls back to me every time I threaten to leave him for Azem.”

Giving an outstretched hand to Sora, she smiled. “My name is Persephone. Just get up already, or you’d be dead for real. Time is running short, and you’ve got a hot-blooded date with my oh-so-angsty husband beyond this rift.”

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[faelune-home]

its almost the next ffxivwrite and i just remembered i still havent edited and ao3 posted my set from last year...uuuuuuh >.>

especially since i was gonna try posting all the 2022 stuff in separate bundles of fics rather than one big compilation

i also wanted to do an organisation of my writings on tumblr here, but that was a lot of work so it was easy to put off, but i really should do it x-x

[furys-mercy]

- | Onerous | -

Word Count: 312 Characters: Sebastian de Vairemont

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on·er·ous /ˈōnərəs,ˈänərəs/ adjective involving, imposing, or constituting a burden : troublesome.

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Sebastian hated kneeling. Not only did his knees protest the cold ache gifted to them by the stone, but the act itself was humiliating. Why so many felt the need to bend to near breaking before a monument to their own irrelevance was beyond him.

“Great Halone, thou art mighty. Blessed by thine name…”

His prayer bore no hint of conviction. The words were compelled from his lips by duty alone.

“Thy power is unmatched, and thy…”

Bright blue eyes scanned the sea of bowed heads. He wasn’t certain when he had added this search to the weekly ritual of recitation. Perhaps it had been born of childhood boredom or the frantic need for fleeting glances he’d known as a teenager. It wasn’t as if either feeling had truly faded, they had simply been dwarfed by his desire to find another willing to commit even the smallest act of defiance. It was a futile quest. One that had become as much rote as the prayer itself.

He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he found himself surrounded by true devotion. No, he knew the choked sobs coming from the front of the cathedral were meant to put the wailing woman’s virtue and piety on display, an obvious attempt to pull at the heartstrings of potential suitors. It had been a brilliant strategy, once upon a time. Now, it was simply expected.

The owner of each bowed head had come to Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral with a purpose. Sebastian was no exception. As his eyes found their way back to the stone floor beneath him, he silently reminded himself of why he continued his charade, week after week, year after year. It was his own prayer, one that he afforded the same fervor most saved for the Fury.

He would be seen.

He would make them see.

He would never kneel again.

“Amen.”

[shieldkeeper]

FFXIVWrite 2023 Entries

Past Entries: [ 2020 ] - [ 2022 ]

Total Words: 27944

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FFxivWrite22 Entry #7: Pawn

FFxivWrite 2022 FFxivWrite22 Masterpost Prompt #7: Pawn Every interaction was a game, and Lady Covington always intended to win. She had been a puppet on a string before, and with her every action, she ensured such a thing would never happen again. That did not mean she would not subjugate others to the same fate, however. What was a game without pawns, after all? Others might accuse her of failing to see the value of those around her, but she felt quite the contrary. Everyone had their uses, and she liked to pinpoint those. If all else failed, even someone otherwise worthless was still good for dying.